Lin is up to her tricks again with this weeks LBC topic.
It's election season here in the U.S.A. so a progressive dinner can be many things. It can be Hillary dining with Bernie - assuming there is sufficient room on the left side of the table for them to not bash each other while they fight for the peas. Or a progressive dinner could be blocked by the right wing until the next president is elected as certainly the current president cannot be trusted to select a proper menu - I mean rumor has it he likes Brussel sprouts. Is there anything more unAmerican??
Then there is the more traditional progressive dinner - a social occasion where we eat each course of a meal at a different person's house. So it's drinks at Lin's place - after appropriate air transport is arranged (and I hope she remembers the Glenlivet).
Next we head off to Pune for appetizers at stately Rajgopaul manor. The mind boggles at the myriad possibilities for fine vegeytarian goodies. Of course substantial air transport is required as well.
Back to the airport and now we're off to North Carolina for the main course - a Cajun/Creole feast including a nice vegetable gumbo for Ramana and a seafood feast for the rest of us. Of course it has been a long day with many miles traveled and many calories consumed. And that is without dessert yet.
For dessert we head to California and Hayward, California where we surprise our buddy The Old Fossil - one of the original LBC members - just to see the look on his face when we show up unannounced.
So we have booked upwards of 21,000 miles, consumed 3000+ calories, not counting the Tums and we need to head home. Truth be told, I lived in Hayward for over 30m years and if anyone is willing to take me in I just might stay - LOL. Wherever I end up one thing is certain - I'm taking a nap.
Then there's the musical progressive dinner...
It's 5;O'clock Somewhere
An ode to nachos by the Doobnie Brothers
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Popsicles and Icecicles
NICE JOB, S-man. Great to see the old fire back. And the political bit, and the musical dinner are absolutely sublime. Sign me up for the vegetarian. Who knows. Maybe we could really all meet somewhere in the middle some day. Boy, wouldn't that set off some fireworks.
ReplyDeleteI, too, thought you had an apt way of playing on the word "progressive," working in the vignette about what might happen if progressives and others got together for a meal.
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